Arthur watched the events unfold as the shadowy figure momentarily took control of the introductory stage of the tournament, then returned to his own thoughts as the figure vanished and a great many of the contestants began rushing to the stage to discover whether or not their patron had been hurt. Truth be told though, Arthur didn't care one way or the other. He was no fan of the "god" that had arranged to bring him here from his own world, plucking him out of his life and away from the people who depended on him just to participate in some game to entertain the masses. Had he been the sort to ascribe emotions to such events, he might have called it a despicable and disgusting gesture. Instead, he had begun studying the landscape of the arena the moment it was revealed.

The mountain would be the best location to begin, as the cold there would do little to bother him but it might deter some of the others, and that would make it worth its weight in gold for what he had planned. He avoided most of the fighters he encountered on the way, either hiding or breezing past too quickly for them to catch him, and within an hour he found himself standing at the entrance to a cave, halfway up the slopes of the towering peak. It was a small entrance, but expanded greatly once inside, with enough room for a large family to live quite comfortably, given the right accoutrements.

Reaching to the collar of his suit coat, he pulled what appeared to be an oddly shaped button free of its anchoring and placed it within his ear, then set about making a call. This was not his first foray into the dangers of trans-dimensional travel, and after the last he had taken the liberty of devising precautions, in case it should ever happen again. As it turns out, the lining of his jacket is not the sort that one would normally find in expensive clothing, but instead is a high tech trans-dimensional cell phone with a persistent connection to his home dimension. Sometimes, it pays to be paranoid.

"Are you there, Phillip?"

"Yes sir. You're coming through quite clearly. May I ask what happened to you? When I returned to your office with the evening meal you had become quite undetectable."

"Remember that thing that happened seven years ago? It happened again."

"Oh dear. It seems you were right to take the precautions you did, Sir."

"It certainly does seem so. The jacket should be sending you the data on my current location now. I need you to send me crates one, three, four, five, and seven."

"Absolutely. They're on their way."

Ending the call, Arthur removed and folded his jacket, setting it on a small outcropping next to himself, then waited for the dull grey crates to appear, flashing into existence with all the ceremony of a grenade, though thankfully quite a bit less noise. Once all five had arrived, he began the process of unpacking. There was a lot of work to be done before he could go home.